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glamrockmonarch · 5 years

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A Visit - Requested ~ 70′s!Brian

Warnings: Uh, yeah, it’s about sex. Like there is a plot, but...full disclosure? it’s all just a very elaborate excuse to write smut.

A/N: I honestly have been thinking about this since the moment I got your request, anon...you are an evil genius.

Brian looks up from the notebook he is holding, Roger sticks his head inside the guitarist’s room with a grin on his face. The drummer’s eyes give away his excitement, but there is also a hint of smugness on the way his round jaw moves when he smiled at his friend from across the room.

“Writing a hit there, Brian?”

Roger pushes the door open in its entirety and walks inside, he leaves the door open and looks around in his friend’s room. Everything seems organized, Brian has not taken anything out of his suitcase and it doesn’t look like he will ever make himself at home here.

“At least I am trying to.” Brian tilts his head to the side, his voice sounds like a soft reprimand to Roger.

Sometimes Brian’s tone resembled his father’s too much, but to the boys in the band, it was the voice of reason speaking to them.

“Well...I think you’d like to come outside of this…” Roger motions around, “luxury room,” he smirks with satisfaction at his own choice of words, “and play a game of pool.”

The guitarist promises to come to play once he is done writing his song. With the guitar in his lap and his notebook in hands, he keeps on figuring out the lyrics while Roger leaves his room.

“Close it please, Rog!” He calls out without looking up from his complicated handwriting.

Roger complied and left with a sigh, he knew Brian would regret not coming to the living room with him, but he cannot do anything about it once he is standing in the hallway within everyone’s field of view.

“He said he is working a song,” Roger explains, his eyes scan his bandmates.

John’s arm is wrapped around his girlfriend, Freddie is sitting down with Mary and the two have a drink while they chat. Roger’s current girlfriend is reading a couple pool cues across the room in front of you as you set the wooden triangle in the middle of the pool table to set the balls in their right place.

“What?!” You yell at Roger over the sound of a Led Zeppelin record playing. “Are you joking?”

Roger shakes his head and shrugs going to his girlfriend and wrapping his arm around her waist. The girl giggles when the drummer squeezes her with his fingers, the two already turning to smooch. With a bitter smile you turn to John and his girlfriend, suddenly coming for a visit seems like a horrible idea. Convinced by Mary, now you regret coming.

It is Roger the one who senses your negativity and passes you a cue from his girlfriend’s hand, nodding towards the balls.

“You start.”

Although you feel like going into hiding for the rest of the night and only reappear the next morning to jump on the van and go back home, you find the will take the cue from the drummer’s hands and play.

You pass the time like this, playing with the guys, Mary and Veronica decline the invitation to take part, so you set your whiskey on the edge of the table to play while Mary has her arms wrapped around Freddie’s waist.

The night goes on, between pauses to change the record and small dance sessions among yourselves, you smoke and drink the night away until it comes down to only you and Roger still leaning on the pool table to hit the white ball in hopes you are aiming well enough to get at least one of the other balls into the hole.

John and Veronica are gone by now, and you can tell that your friends are eager to go to their rooms in the company of their girlfriends. With a tired smile, you walk to the record player and stop it from spinning anymore.

“Just go, I’ll knock on Brian’s door.”

You forget the fact that you do not even know which door is your boyfriend’s, but you convince them all of going to their rooms.

When you’re alone you pour yourself another glass of whiskey and lean back on the edge of the green pool table.

Brian was the kind of guy to be focused on things until he finishes a task; this is the reason why you are always so amazed at the fact that he put his studies on hold to pursue a career in rock. One of the things that have always caught your eye was Brian’s commitment to things; so you could not blame him for staying in his room and finishing writing a song…

With a sigh, you put the glass down next to you and fold your arms over your chest. Where the hell are you gonna sleep? You chuckle to yourself as you give it a thought. Well, maybe the couch would not be too bad. In the beginning, you wished to sleep next to Brian, and the failed night now stared back at your through a window, you feel mocked by the silence of the farm. In your head you can hear the faint sounds of the city, somewhere someone would have their television on, maybe a record would play in a flat near yours. There is always a lost drunk out there trying to make it home without tripping on their four pairs of legs thanks to a bad case of double vision.

You reach behind your back and your hand finds an object forgotten by someone, you imagine this little instant camera belongs to Roger, who left a while ago with his girlfriend in a rush to be alone.

“Y/N?” You hear the unmistakable sound of your boyfriend’s voice and look up at him with the camera in your hands. “What are you doing here?”

Brian is standing in front of you in a pair of jeans and a white shirt. You stand upright and put the camera next to you.

“I thought you would like to see me,” you shrug and brace yourself without feeling cold.

Thinking you would get to spend more time with him, you decided in the morning that you would wear something comfortable, you out on your short pinny dress over a shirt with long sleeves.

“I feel kinda stupid now…” You add, looking back at the camera to examine it. “Sometimes I forget that the band is your job.”

Brian shakes his head and walks to you without rushing, he brings his hands to your face and cups your face, smiling he makes you look up at him and kisses you. Your eyes flutter closed in the last second you feel a wave of excitement run through your body.

“How long have you been here?” He wonders.

“All night!” You chuckle, brow arched in frustration as you explain, “Roger went up there to get you but he came back and said you were working on a song.”

Brian nods and presses his forehead against yours. You put your hands on his stomach over the small shirt he is wearing and breathe in the scent of his cologne combined with cigarettes and wood. He sighs and shakes his head.

“I didn’t know you were here…”

You give his chest a pat and put your hands on either side of his face, making him shut up.

“I want to listen to your song before leaving tomorrow.” You say. “We’re leaving after breakfast.”

“We?” Brian looks lost, “Who else came?”

You tell him that pretty much every one of his bandmates must have gotten in on that night and watch his ears turn a bright shade of pink. With a giggle, you kiss his chin and tilt your head back to look up at him.

“Now I feel stupid.” He admits. “Why didn’t you just come to get me?”

Already tired of giving Brian explanations, you dig into his hair and tangle your fingers with his unruly curls.

Brian grunts and closes his eyes, he lets you kiss his jaw and neck and soon he forgets he even asked you a question when he dips his head to capture your lips in a wet needy kiss. God, the band has been away working on their next album for ages! You can feel yourself growing more and more aroused by the second. For him it is quite similar, Brian does not want to push you further but he craves for your touch, his fingers feel sore from the time you’ve been out of reach for them.

You moan into Brian’s lips and pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his middle you feel his hard-on press against your belly. Gasping, Brian pulls you closer by the hips. Unable to resist, you bite on his lips and pull apart.

“I can’t make it to the room.” He confesses, teasing your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. “Do you mind if we…?”

Before Brian says another word you shake your head and put your hands on the edge of the table, you prop yourself up to sit there. With a grin you pull at his arms, so he comes closer, standing in between your legs.

Cupping your face with a single hand he crashes his lips on yours, decided on having you now. You respond to his kiss and let his tongue into your mouth, his hands travel down your waist and Brian’s hands slide on your legs, touching you under the skirt of your dress, caressing your thighs, aiming for your knickers he pulls them aside not without noticing your rapid heartbeat against his chest. He moans at how wet you are, and you have nothing to say when his lips leave yours. You want him so bad, you don’t mind doing it right then and there.

He slides his fingers over your folds and starts rubbing his thumb across your clit, you let your head fall on his shoulder and open your eyes to see his hand working your sensitive spot. You press a kiss on his neck and slide your hand down and palm his cock, hard under your touch. He lets out a heavy breath. You are sure you just want him to fuck you now and don’t even mind that it will be a bit of quickie.

“I need you. Now.” You announce, your fingers lingering on his bottom lip as your eyes stare of up at him.

Brian blinks a few times but hears you. He pulls your underwear off of you and forgets about it once it hangs with danger from your ankle. You pull his pants down along with his boxers and give his cock a couple of pumps watching your boyfriend’s mouth fall slightly open as he moans in pleasure. Brian takes matters into his own hands - quite literally -, he holds your wrists and pulls your hands away, instead, he puts his own hard cock against your entrance and pushes your shirt up. You wrap your legs around him and pull his face closer to you as he enters you slowly, both of you stare into each other’s eyes in the meantime. You push his hair away from his face and kissed him for a second before he started moving out of you, although he has given you little time to adjust you let him and roll your hips against his with loud moans escaping your mouth. You need to hold on to something when he picks up a pace and fucks you relentlessly, thrusting into you, holding your hips as he does. You are perched upon his shoulders, losing yourself in Brian, rapidly nearing your climax.

Brian’s moves become sloppy and you feel him twitch inside you. His eyes are closed, he bows his head and his curls fall on your face, you put your hands on his back and although it would under different circumstances it would be his hands on your ass, you grab his butt and pull him closer.

“Shit, I’m gonna…” Brian cries out, squeezing your thighs to have your legs tightly wrapped around him as he cums, pouring his warm seed inside you he slips his hand between your bodies and presses his finger on your sensitive clit.

Knowing how to work you, he nibbles on your neck and enjoys the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock while it stays inside your pussy.

“Brian!” You come with an agitated gasp and your eyes roll back followed by your head. In absolute ecstasy, you call out Brian’s name, shushed by his lips kissing yours slowly, pulling your lips apart and sliding his tongue inside your mouth to massage yours and slide out again as he presses his lips on yours again. You come back down to earth with worked up breathes and smile at each other.

Looking down you see your underwear still hanging from your foot and laugh as Brian catches some of his cum that started leaking from between your legs. He looks around for a moment, wondering what to do with his dirty fingers now.

“Allow me,” you say with a wink and lean down to suck his fingers clean.

“I thought I was satisfied until just now.” He pushes your hair behind your ear and leans into you to kiss your cheek. “My room?”

You push him away and bring your leg up, motioning for him to grab your knickers. With a grin on your face, you jump off of the table. Brian pulls his pants up with your undies in his hand. Thinking about it, you have an idea, the band still had a long couple of weeks of work ahead of themselves so you grab Roger’s camera and hold your hand out. You wait for Brian to grab it and take you back to his room.

“Is that Roger’s camera?” Brian’s confusion is evident in his inquisitive tone. “What are you doing with it?”

“Leaving you some souvenirs.” You shrug, walking into his room.

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